Tagged: Poetry

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The ivers Look o'er the dried river And shiver At sight of our market's dirty silver Bagged in the arms of the beavers Who become stingy givers Though patrol aplenty…More

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Whatever the tide brings Hide my memory from weak metaphors Let the melody of my lines ache and soothe Those it will. As the floodgates of clauses Open in…More

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